Warhammer

Thinking of this, Al even suddenly developed an inexplicable sense of confusion.

He and the enemy's leader, the greenskin warlord, both started out as alien races, both were eccentric kings, both had the same goal of establishing an alien-ruled kingdom that integrated multiple races, and both were headed towards Estalia in the southern world.

However, the difference is that the greenskins directly started the robbery, while Ai'er was not so radical and reckless. He chose to take over the devastated territory after the greenskins had robbed, under the banner of helping the Estalia and forming a united front against the greenskins. He then gradually cut the flesh with a blunt knife and incorporated humans and their cities into his own governance system.

Anyway, their goal is to annex the Estalia, and in the future the neighboring country of Tyrell, and even the regions of Bator, the New World, etc., and bring them under their command, so that they can serve, pay taxes, and fight for them;

They both have some "Zhendan" attributes, but Ai's is because of his origin, while the warlord's is because of his experience as a slave.

The strategy adopted in the final battle was the same, relying on a powerful weapon to settle the matter.

The only shortcoming may be that Skaven technology was ultimately unable to defeat the alien gods.

.......

That guy (the warlord) is just like another me in this war!

When he saw the nuclear bomb explode, figured out the causes and consequences, and traced back the whole process of the war instigated by the greenskins, Al suddenly had an idea: If he could capture the greenskin warlord, maybe he could keep one of him, tie up the tiger, and talk to him.

Apart from the time when he entered in his incarnation and made flattering requests for peace, Al had never even seen the warlord on other occasions, including this decisive battle. Now that the outcome was almost certain, the tension in his heart could almost be let go. Even if the greenskins had a backup plan, it was impossible for them to cause trouble again after the army outside the city was completely destroyed.

Relying on his many battles, he annihilated most of the greenskins' main forces, rescued the royal capital Margarita, and Bilbarry's merits in repairing the sky, and the title of "acting" regent was completely out of his question.

Then he governed the country, held parties, restored people's livelihood, selected concubines, the country was peaceful and the people were safe, things came to a natural end, he was crowned king, and held parties...

It seems like something strange has gotten in there.

But it’s not a big problem!

Al was now feeling quite calm, and even thought about taking a photo with his back to the explosion and making a scissors gesture.

Then, the fourth, no, fifth party to this war came.

Dozens of huge portals tore through the rules of space and spanned vast distances, from which emerged teams of elite troops with neat military formations, bright and gorgeous armor, who were as good as average male and female models in Al's previous life.

Phoenix Fire Emblem, Iselama Silver;

With horses galloping and bows drawn, spears and halberds standing in rows, the army looks as neatly organized as one. Judging from the military momentum alone, it is one of the most powerful armies in the world!

The magic swordsman wearing a white robe and the Eye of Hoeth, the great wizard wearing the high elf winged helmet and holding a crystal staff, the distinguished nobles wearing exquisite armor, riding Pegasus or chariots...

Phoenix, giant eagle, majestic white lion...

Suddenly appearing on the outskirts of the battlefield was a group of former high elves, now an elite army of the Elf Federation!

With luxurious armaments, super combat power, spell bombardment, monster army, invincible fleet... the army of the time has made countless of their enemies suffer!

Except for their own arrogance (brain seizure) and scarce population, they are an army without weaknesses. They have almost all the qualities that you can think of for an army to be good at fighting. As the guide stone recovers, their behavior of indirectly robbing the whole world makes various races very unhappy, and frictions and conflicts often occur. Under the joint research of the White Tower magicians, they have created a giant teleportation spell that is powered by the White Tower Fortress and can carry out cross-space strikes on any area where the magic wind flows.

It can be delivered all over the world, even warships can be teleported there, carrying out all-round three-dimensional strikes by sea, land and air.

It can be said to be the strongest army in the west of the old world after the end. (The Empire has something to say about this, but it is true that the elves have a crushing advantage in the same scale)

The leading elf commander, wearing a white lion cloak, held a sword in one hand and authority in the other. Behind him, there were three large flags on the chariot. One was embroidered with a phoenix bathing in fire, one was embroidered with the symbol of the god of heaven on the sunny side and the god of the underground on the shady side, and the other was painted with a yin-yang fish that looked like the Tai Chi of Zhendan, but it was a large flag of the Tai Chi of purple, gold and blue. On it was a line of golden elf text that read:

"Under the protection of the gods, the Phoenix Court and the Citizens' Assembly granted him the title of invincible commander; holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, he defended his homeland and protected his people."

How glamorous and high-spirited they were. In comparison, the three-way melee between the tribes and the greenskins seemed "too bloody" and "not decent enough".

The only thing that's wrong is that they seem to be cutting into the battlefield...not quite appropriate.

The leading elven commander had just passed through the portal when he smelled the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air. He looked around the battlefield and saw the greenskins scattered in a ball and rats running everywhere. He suddenly felt that the enemy was weak and vulnerable. When he was planning to defeat the enemy with great complacency, he suddenly saw a "city" falling down from the sky.

"Shield! Shield!!!"

In an instant, his image changed from arrogant and calm to horrified.

The first troops that came out have already deployed a lot. If they want to withdraw to the portal at this time, they will inevitably be crowded with the troops behind, and there is not enough time to withdraw.

Just fight hard!

However, they are elves after all, with a large family and a great fortune. Although the incident happened suddenly, the well-trained elven wizards still released the shield quickly but not panicked. At the same time, they activated the protective spells on the war ordnance as the first batch of military trains crossed the portal to prevent encountering such emergencies after transmission. Within a few breaths, several huge blue light curtains covered the vanguard of the elven army, including the portal.

The commander heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the barrier activated, but he wasn't completely relieved.

Because the impact is coming soon.

The Elf Commander looked up at the sky, staring at the huge mass of things falling from the sky that looked like meteorites or a destroyed city. He was sweating in his heart and cursing the mages of the White Tower madly.

Why didn't they tell me this would happen before I came?!

If we hadn't activated the defense in time, the entire vanguard would have been wiped out by the impact.

Even if the defense had been activated, the commander had no idea whether he could withstand this unprecedented attack.

“How did this thing come about?”

The mission he received was not to say that the human kingdom in the east was attacked by the greenskins and was on the verge of extinction again. As a conflict at the doorstep of the elves, the citizens' assembly finally decided after years of discussion:

Keep the enemy out of the country!

Send troops! Help humanity!

If we go too late, the southerners will be finished. We can help them restore their country if necessary. If possible, we can deal with the pirates and prevent the greenskins from having ships to harass Osun again! There are already enough things sunk in the seabed of Osun!

Is this a piece of the evil moon that fell down? !

Chapter 118: The Elven Expedition, the beginning of the dust settling [Two chapters in one]

The appearance of the elven expeditionary force was something that none of the parties on the field had anticipated. If this was a grand battle with constant climaxes, ups and downs, with one side taking the stage after another and a dignified battle, then this unexpected surprise force could completely influence the situation on the battlefield, or at least completely offset the advantages that the Skaven reinforcements would bring to the greenskins.

But it seems to be of no significance now. On the contrary, the vanguard troops who had just emerged from the portal were almost wiped out by a large-scale spell cast by "friendly forces". I am afraid that after the news is sent back to the main island of Ulthuan, there will be another round of verbal battles and bloody storms about the significance of the elves' interference in the human world.

But at least those distant disputes have nothing to do with today's battle.

When the storm dissipated and the dust settled, all that was left was the devastation and the eternal disease that El's magic had left for the world.

The terrain of this unknown plain outside the city of Bilbao has been permanently changed. A huge, circular, bumpy belt that looks like a meteorite falling is like a scar on the earth, and is deeply imprinted on this northern land.

The queen folded her wings and landed on the ground. Al stepped on her back and stared at the battlefield that was so close. It was difficult to accurately describe his current state of mind with one word, but at least one piece of good news was certain:

As far as he could see, he could no longer see any greenskins roaring or shouting "WAAAAAGH".

Including those dirty, despicable, and disgusting humanoid rats, and their evil and twisted dimensional stone creations, two, or three evil race alliances, their armies disappeared on the plains outside the city of Bilbarri like the smoke and dust after a crash.

Misha walked up to him, put her hands on the Queen's majestic body, and stroked it gently. The Queen regarded Misha and the others as cubs in a sense, as well as these El descendants who, like their father, had crawled into the Queen's arms when they were young and huddled beside the Queen with the little griffins.

"It's over, Father."

Ai'er stared at the terrible ruins of the Iron Throne after it fell. The power that had been weakened countless times and was only one billionth of its original power was still able to crush the army and change the terrain. He muttered to himself:

"Maybe."

In the past, for a long time, Ai'er seemed to have no intuitive understanding of the power of God.

It was not until today that he clearly felt that those who reside in higher dimensions, overlooking the mortal world, use the world as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces. Countless Chaos armies fight in their name, setting off one Warp storm after another, and the flames of war spread from one end of the dimension to the other, constantly creating huge blood tides that can drown the world - but they only regard this never-ending, never-ending war as a "great game".

In the countless years when the gods controlled or played with countless worlds, there were countless heroes, heroes, tyrants, villains; priests, kings, tyrants, emperors, who, for various reasons, pursued, changed, and transformed the world through fighting or persuasion...

However, they are now an insignificant part of the world, while the gods continue to exist and continue to manipulate the world, shaping matter and the rules above matter according to their will.

......

The ideas about God that suddenly came to Al were buried deep in his heart, in the deepest and most secret corner. He did not want these grand thoughts to affect the things in this world, at least for now.

He won the battle, no doubt, and Misha was reorganizing his troops, counting the losses, and ensuring that they could recover their combat effectiveness as quickly as possible after the big impact and re-engage in another battle that was much lighter than this one.

At the same time, the battlefield ruins must be cleaned up to remove those who have escaped the net, if anyone really managed to survive such an impact.

Even until the end, Al did not find the warlord among the enemies, which made him wonder whether the other party was not in the battlefield outside the city at all, or even not in Bilbarry at all!

Although the greenskin warlord who initiated this Waaaagh, this total war, was absent from the most important and crucial decisive battle, this kind of thing is incredible no matter how you think about it. The greenskins are not cowardly forces of order, or timid ratmen. Their leaders can be described with words such as cunning, despicable, cruel, evil, etc., but definitely not negative descriptions such as "cowardly" and "cowardly".

But the big warlords are not ordinary.

It's just like how after winning a war, Alneng transformed himself and ran to ask for peace with flattering words, shamelessly using words like "small country and humble king" and "royal army and heavenly soldiers" etc.

A normal beastman leader or tribal chief would never do this.

Even the spineless among humans would open the city and surrender like Margarita did only when the enemy outnumbered them greatly and they could no longer fight after a long siege.

Aiur won the battle but asked for peace... From a strategic point of view, this helped to preserve strength and recuperate, while also turning the main force of the greenskins' attention to the north, creating a great opportunity for him to move south and sweep across the southern country later. However, in the average concept of the Middle Ages, this was absolutely an incomprehensible act of weakness.

Of course, looking back now, it was a complete waste of time. His Royal Highness the Regent (the Chosen One) had a far-sighted vision and played with the green-skinned barbarians in the palm of his hand.

However, since few people knew about Ai'er's mission from beginning to end, and he did not leave any written evidence, this glorious deed of great wisdom, courage, and both literary and martial arts will probably be buried in the long river of history.

Similarly, a group of wild beasts in the forest were moved by his words and laughed. They were sensible. No matter what, I will sweep across the north... and just let go of the tribal beastmen who had just beaten up the greenskin vanguard. The warlord was also an exception among his kind.

Such an existence...if they see that the situation is not good, they will slip away as a courtesy, or even if they are not sure of winning a decisive battle, they will simply not stand under a dangerous wall and not be on the battlefield at all. It is not completely impossible.

Although we won the decisive battle, the enemy leader was killed, so the victory was not achieved in one battle, which was a pity.

Otherwise, Al was thinking of holding a public trial for his half-brother, the warlord, in order to use his brother's brain and boost his prestige.

what?

You said that Al had previously felt that he and the warlord had a telepathic connection and a strong affinity, so he planned to capture him instead of killing him?

Then use it first!

Kill again!

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The warriors of the tribe were cleaning up the battlefield. At the same time, Aiur also sent out Misha, Hera, Kael'thas, and Barbatos, four of his most important sons. Such a luxurious lineup, led by the main force of half of the legion, rushed towards Bilbali in a mighty manner.

When the Aiel army arrived, they divided the enemies inside and outside the city into two parts. They could not care about the situation inside the city or the two sides fighting outside the city. The fierce tug-of-war was going on in the city of Bilbarry, and they could not care about the enemies outside. The greenskin siege troops were trying their best to deal with the enemies in the city. The special situation of street fighting and the attacks from all directions might cause heavy losses to both greenskins and humans. They had to deal with the situation around them wholeheartedly to ensure their survival and fight for victory.

Now the outcome of the most important battle has been decided.

What happens in the city no longer matters.

For Al, the best case scenario is that the Birbali people suffered heavy casualties and were severely damaged, but they still had a few breaths left and were still holding on - then, the Northern Expedition Army would come to rescue them!

The Regent’s army descended like a god from heaven to save the people of Birbali from danger!

How pleasant it sounds!

Elzer led the remaining troops to stay outside the city, cleaning up the battlefield and making repairs. At the same time, he was also responsible for a very important task:

Diplomatic mission.

And the elven expeditionary force that was sent thousands of miles across the portal, but whose timing was not so right, and who was originally here to help, was nearly wiped out by the magic AOE of the object they were helping.

As the Big Brother on the side of order (pay attention to the blackboard), the Imperials are here, and the Imperials are the Big Brother; when the elves are here, there is no two suns in the sky, and the leader of order is only me, the elf brother!

If both parties were present, then everyone would work together to fight against evil, blah blah.

In the end, Al did not take this kind of false reputation seriously. After all, he could endure humiliation and pretend to be nice to the greenskins, let alone the Elf Federation.

You can praise me as much as you want! You can praise me as much as you want!

El welcomed the elven expeditionary force, and the standard of the meeting between the two sides was very high. The army lined the streets to welcome them. El also urgently found a bunch of reliable and easy-to-control Estalia people from the legion to act as a facade. Otherwise, it would be too strange for the elves to come to support the Kingdom of Estalia and only have contact with beastmen - the elves didn't like these guys who were even lower than "human monkeys" very much.

So when Aiel personally welcomed the Elven Expeditionary Force, the title and identity he adopted was:

"The Prince Regent of all Estalia, the Savior of the Kingdom, the Mortal Chosen of the Four Mother Gods, the Commander of the Legion, and the Inberado of the Tribe"

The title of the kingdom sequence is at the front.

As for Al, who does not have those obvious beastman features such as horns, hooves, tail, and luxuriant hair, as long as he does not say it, even if he says it himself and admits that he is a beastman cub who crawled out of a beastman mother's belly, many Estalia people who have come into contact with him will not believe it.

There are even rumors that Al was actually an Estalia baby who was picked up and raised by the Beastmen. In the end, he relied on his extraordinary charm and talent to conquer the Beastmen in the Pina Forest and became the king of the tribe. Then the greenskins invaded, and Al learned that the kingdom where he was born was invaded by the enemy, so he resolutely led the Beastmen he conquered out of the forest to defend his homeland...

This rumor was deeply recognized by many Estalia people. Combined with the order issued by the new Southern Eagle that "the kingdom and the tribe are indistinguishable from each other, and can be regarded as the exchanges between different city-states in the same country", it was regarded as a major diplomatic victory for the kingdom. Many cities and people in the areas controlled by the tribe really agreed with the statement "indistinguishable from each other, the same country".

After all, even the ruler of the tribe, the invincible commander, King El, is "one of us in Estalia". The two sides are originally one family, so it is natural for them to merge.

There is no such thing as the Estalia being controlled by the beastmen. Any human who has seen El with his own eyes and has been fortunate enough to see his true face under the mask will not be so blind as to still regard His Royal Highness the Regent as those hoofed beastmen.

With such extraordinary charm and noble appearance like that of a god, one would believe that he is the incarnation of God. And he looks completely like a human being, not like a beastman at all!

......

El's welcoming of the elves in such a grand and hasty manner, right after the war, or even long before it ended, was not simply a show of goodwill or flattery to Big Brother.

More importantly, he wanted to earn a "status" for himself from the Elf Federation, which symbolizes one of the two major superpowers in the Western world.

The elves' expeditionary force, combined with these pointy-eared creatures who can drag out a single matter for years, is inefficient. Unless they encounter an extremely serious crisis, even if the expedition fails and the Southern Kingdom is destroyed, they will not mobilize another troop to set foot on the land of Estalia.

This means that this expeditionary force, which finally arrived in the southern world after a long debate and dispute, but found that the war was over before the sword was unsheathed or the arrow was fired, almost completely represents the entire situation of the main island of Osun against the Kingdom of Estalia.

Their reaction is the reaction of the elves, their attitude is the attitude of the elves; their identification means the identification of the elves.

Ai'er regarded this meeting, which should be strictly regarded as a "three-party meeting", as he tried his best to downplay the distinction between tribes and kingdoms. The two sides were regarded as one family and a coalition force. As the "Regent King of the Estalia", that is, the supreme commander of the kingdom (tribe), he contacted the elven commander, representing the ruler of the Kingdom of Estalia in contact with Osuen.